// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
He rolls his eyes, truthfully not finding any issue in what he’s chosen to do with the time since. He’s made a safe haven, he’s helped people, even if it’s blind to Ronin’s eyes. He’s done all of that with a second (or third or fourth or fifth, where are we at now?) chance.
His gaze does drift to the coffee, though, but he makes no move to grab it yet. Mostly because he’s unsure if the weakness of his arms would allow him to pick the cup up, but he makes note of it and focuses again on the Huntsman, waiting for him to finish before he swallows against his dry mouth and tries again, voice cracking. “Who says they have to be different, Ronin? Safrin?” He points out. “Ludo? Who’s wanted to kill the Ascended for how long now?” He leans back, resting the back of his head against the wall, sucking down another breath. “I was able to attain a peaceful space between both the Old Gods and New. But nobody else wants to fucking have a conversation, hm?”
He doesn’t know whether or not his closeness to Nate had been a part of being able to it, or simply the good intentions in his heart, but he’d still done it. “I don’t fucking know what it does. Why does it matter if I knew? We didn’t know what they did when we got the Hak Etme one, did we?” When he'd lost half of his soul, when he'd died halfway then.
His gaze does drift to the coffee, though, but he makes no move to grab it yet. Mostly because he’s unsure if the weakness of his arms would allow him to pick the cup up, but he makes note of it and focuses again on the Huntsman, waiting for him to finish before he swallows against his dry mouth and tries again, voice cracking. “Who says they have to be different, Ronin? Safrin?” He points out. “Ludo? Who’s wanted to kill the Ascended for how long now?” He leans back, resting the back of his head against the wall, sucking down another breath. “I was able to attain a peaceful space between both the Old Gods and New. But nobody else wants to fucking have a conversation, hm?”
He doesn’t know whether or not his closeness to Nate had been a part of being able to it, or simply the good intentions in his heart, but he’d still done it. “I don’t fucking know what it does. Why does it matter if I knew? We didn’t know what they did when we got the Hak Etme one, did we?” When he'd lost half of his soul, when he'd died halfway then.
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
